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[Jungkook's POV]

My heart felt like it was being ripped apart, piece by piece, as I stared at Jimin. Everything I’d ever believed about him, everything I’d held onto, it was all falling apart right in front of me.

My chest tightened, my breath coming in short, painful gasps as I tried to keep it together. But I couldn’t. Not anymore.

"Jimin..." My voice was shaking, barely above a whisper, but the rage, the betrayal— it was there, raw and bleeding. “Do you even understand what you’ve done to me?”

He looked at me, his eyes flickering with something I couldn’t quite place. Was it regret? Guilt? I didn’t care anymore. “I did what I thought was best for you, Jungkook. I swear—”

“Best for me?!” I exploded, my voice cracking, fists clenched so tight my knuckles were turning white.

“How the hell could you think keeping this from me was ‘best’ for me? You kept my child, Jimin. MY CHILD. You lied. You manipulated Y/n. You manipulated me. You—you tore my life apart without even thinking twice!”

I took a step forward, my body shaking uncontrollably now. The anger was eating me alive from the inside out.

“I trusted you with everything. After Gumeun... after we lost her, I gave everything I had left to you. I tried to keep you together, tried to be the brother you needed, the one you could lean on. And this is how you repay me? By betraying me, by fucking stabbing me in the back when I needed you most?”

Jimin flinched at my words, but it wasn’t enough. Nothing could ever be enough to make up for this.

“I loved you, Jimin.” My voice broke, the pain searing through my chest. “You were everything to me. Above everyone else, I put you first. I thought I was doing the right thing, sticking by you, helping you through the worst time of your life. But now I see... I see that I meant nothing to you. I was just... I was just a puppet in your sick little game.”

His silence was like a punch to the gut, and it left me feeling even more hollow. The weight of the truth was suffocating.

“You let me believe that Y/n didn’t want me. That she didn’t care about the baby. You let me think that she was the one keeping secrets, that she was the one walking away from me. And all this time... all this time, it was you.”

I could see Jimin trying to form words, trying to explain, but I wasn’t finished. “I thought I was losing my mind, Jimin! I thought maybe I’d done something, maybe it was my fault. But no—no, it was all you. You played me, twisted everything just to keep me under your control.”

“I never wanted to hurt you—” Jimin began, but his voice was weak, unconvincing.

“Bullshit!” I snarled, the veins in my neck straining as I tried to contain the whirlwind of emotion inside me.

“You knew exactly what you were doing. You didn’t care about me. You didn’t care about Y/n. You only cared about keeping me in the dark so you could do whatever the fuck you wanted. I... I loved you more than anyone, Jimin, and you destroyed that.”

I could barely breathe now, the weight of everything crashing down on me. It was physically painful, like someone had taken a sledgehammer to my chest, shattering everything inside.

“You’ve taken everything from me,” I whispered, the words barely audible but dripping with venom. “And I don’t know if I’ll ever be able to forgive you for that.”

I turned to Y/n, the anger and hurt now directed toward her, and it felt like another knife twisting in my gut. She looked so small, so fragile, standing there, her eyes wide with fear and regret. But all I could feel was the betrayal.

“How could you?” My voice wavered, but the accusation was clear. “How could you keep something like this from me? We... we fell in love. We confessed to each other in Moscow. And you still didn’t tell me? Why?”

Her lips trembled, her hands wringing together as if she was trying to find the right words. “Jungkook, I... I didn’t know. I didn’t know that Jimin was the one behind everything. I thought...” Her voice cracked, and I could see the tears threatening to spill over.

“I thought you would leave me. I thought you’d choose everything else over me, that maybe you’d... you’d flip back like you did the night I came to tell you. I was walking on a thin line of trust with you, and I was so scared. I didn’t know what to believe anymore.”

Her words hit me like a truck. My whole body went cold, and for a second, I couldn’t even process what she’d said.

“You... you didn’t trust me?”

She shook her head, her eyes pleading with me to understand. “Jungkook, you were so brutal to me that night. I was terrified that if I told you, if I let you in on everything, you’d turn your back on me. I didn’t know what you would do, and I couldn’t risk it. I didn’t know how me, as your student would handle the long - term consequences of carrying my professor's child....”

I took a step back, the air around me thick and suffocating. “You thought I’d what? That I’d choose everything else over you? That I’d turn my back on my own child?” My voice was raw, the disbelief ripping through me.

“Even after we fell in love, Y/n? Even after everything we shared, you still didn’t trust me? You thought I would just... flip back?”

“I didn’t know what else to do,” she whispered, her voice barely audible, her eyes glistening with unshed tears. “I didn’t want to lose you, Jungkook but everytime I've tried coming closer to you, I've burned myself. I was scared. You were all I had left, and I was terrified that telling you would mean losing you.”

“Losing me?” I repeated, shaking my head in disbelief. “You already lost me, Y/n. The moment you decided to keep this from me, the moment you chose to hide my child from me... that’s when you lost me.”

Her tears finally spilled over, streaming down her cheeks, and it gutted me. I hated seeing her like this, hated the pain we were both in. But the truth had been laid bare, and there was no turning back now.

“I thought we were building something real,” I muttered, my voice cracking. “I thought we had trust, Y/n. But now... now I don’t know what to believe anymore. You kept the most important thing from me, the one thing that could have changed everything. And you didn’t trust me enough to tell me.”

“I didn’t mean to hurt you,” she sobbed, her shoulders shaking. “I was trying to protect myself from further complications. I thought I was doing the right thing.”

“The right thing?” I laughed bitterly, wiping a hand across my face as I tried to wrap my head around it all. “How is keeping my child from me the right thing? You thought I wouldn’t want to know? That I wouldn’t care?”

“I thought you’d leave again,” she whispered, her voice trembling.

“Leave you?” I shook my head, my heart pounding in my chest. “I won't you, Y/n. Ever. You and I are about to become parents and if we walk alive out of this, I won't abandon you ever. But this... this hurts more than anything I’ve ever felt.”

The silence was suffocating, the weight of everything crushing down on us. I felt like I was drowning, the pain and betrayal pulling me under, and no matter how much I tried, I couldn’t find my way back up.

Namjoon’s laughter sliced through the silence like a jagged blade, shattering what little sanity I had left. His mocking, twisted grin made my skin crawl, his voice dripping with venom as he leaned against the wall, his eyes flicking between Jimin, Y/n, and me, savoring the chaos he'd orchestrated.

“Well, well, well. Isn't this just turning into a classic family drama?” Namjoon drawled, his voice thick with mockery. “The golden boy of Jenesis Corps', betrayed by his brother... betrayed by his little girlfriend. Poor Jungkook.” He laughed again, the sound guttural and vile.

"I didn’t even have to lift a finger. You were already broken long before I ever got involved.”

My body tensed at his words, a dark wave of rage flooding through me, my hand instinctively gripping my gun tighter. I couldn’t breathe. My chest burned, my vision narrowing as his words echoed in my mind.

“Jimin destroyed you, didn’t he? But what about her?” Namjoon’s eyes flicked to Y/n, who was still standing there, trembling.

“She destroyed you too, didn’t she? Keeping your child from you, playing along in this little game. You trusted her, didn’t you, Jungkook? And now look at you, standing there like a fool, torn apart by the very people you loved the most.”

My hands shook as I tried to hold it together, the weight of Namjoon’s taunts pressing down on me, suffocating me. He stepped forward, his gaze never leaving mine.

“You’ve always been a destroyed man, Jungkook. I didn’t need to do a damn thing. You were never going to win. You were never going to come out of this whole.”

I felt something inside me snap. My mind went black, and before I could even think, I lunged forward, shoving the gun straight into Namjoon’s mouth, the cold metal pressing against his teeth. His eyes widened in shock, but there was still that sick smirk, that vile amusement twisting his features.

“Shut the fuck up!” I roared, my voice raw, shaking. My heart was pounding so loud I could hear it in my ears. “You think this is a joke? You think you can just stand there and laugh at me, at my life, like it’s some kind of fucking game?”

“You think I’m scared to pull the trigger?” I hissed, my finger pressing down, inching closer and closer to making good on the threat. “You think I won’t fucking end you right here?”

“You’re nothing,” I growled, my eyes locked on his. “You were always nothing. A shadow, a bitter child, desperate for something you never deserved.”

Namjoon’s eyes flickered, but he didn’t lose that grin. “But I got everything I wanted, didn’t I?” I said, my voice coarse. “Look at you. I didn’t even have to fire a shot, and you’re already dead inside.”

“You motherfucker,” he growled but I pressed the gun harder into his mouth, feeling the urge to pull the trigger burn through me.

[Y/N's POV]

Everything was happening so fast that I could barely breathe. My heart was pounding in my ears, drowning out the sounds around me. Jungkook had the gun shoved into Namjoon’s mouth, his whole body shaking with rage. He was right there on the edge, and I could see it in his eyes, that terrifying glint that meant there was no going back once he pulled the trigger.

And then, out of nowhere, Seri stepped forward, her hand finding Jungkook’s shoulder. I could see her face, pale and drawn, her eyes red-rimmed, as if she had been holding in a storm for far too long. For a moment, everything went still, the tension in the room so thick it was suffocating. Jungkook froze under her touch, his grip on the gun faltering just enough for Seri to push the weapon away from Namjoon’s mouth.

“Stop,” Seri’s voice was soft but firm, almost like a whisper, but the weight behind it made everyone in the room pause. She looked at Jungkook, then at Namjoon, her eyes flickering with something dark and broken. “This isn’t how it ends.”

Jungkook stared at her, his hand still trembling, but the gun dropped to his side. I saw the conflict in his eyes, the pain, the anger, but also the confusion. It was like Seri had ripped him from the brink, pulling him back when he was ready to plunge into chaos.

But it wasn’t over. Not even close.

As soon as Jungkook stepped back, Namjoon’s lips curled into that sick, mocking smile again. “What’s this, Seri? You stepping in to save your beloved Jeons now?”

His voice was low, but there was that edge of venom, the kind that made your skin crawl. “Still playing the martyr, huh?”

Seri didn’t flinch. She just looked at him, her eyes hollow and filled with something I couldn’t quite place. For the first time, Namjoon’s smirk faltered. He must’ve seen it too—the pain she’d been holding in, the bitterness that was spilling out now.

“This isn’t about the Jeons,” Seri said, her voice cracking just a bit. “This is about us. About what you’ve done.”

Namjoon rolled his eyes, but there was a flicker of discomfort behind his bravado. “Oh, here we go. You’re gonna give me another sob story, Seri? Come on, I thought you were stronger than that.”

Seri’s face twisted in pain, but she kept going. “Stronger? You want to talk about strength, Namjoon? You left me. You left us.” Her voice was rising, her pain seeping into every word. “Do you have any idea what I went through? What we went through?”

Namjoon’s smile faltered for real this time, his eyes narrowing. “What are you talking about? I didn’t—”

“Do you even remember?” Seri’s voice was shaking now, her fists clenching at her sides. “When I was going into labor? I begged you to come, Namjoon. I begged you. But you were too obsessed with your fucking Phoenix, too caught up in your plans to blow everything up, to care that your wife was lying in a hospital bed, about to give birth to your child.”

Something changed in Namjoon’s face then. I saw his eyes widen, the color draining from his cheeks as if the words were finally hitting him.

“I... I didn’t know,” he stammered, his voice lower now, unsure. “You didn’t—”

“I called you,” Seri cut him off, her voice sharp. “I called you a hundred times. You didn’t answer. You never came.” She paused, swallowing hard, her hands trembling.

“And while I was alone in that hospital, while I was begging for you to come, your men—your fucking men—tried to take advantage of me.”

The room went cold. I could see it in Namjoon’s face—the shock, the disbelief. His hands started to tremble.

“What?” Namjoon’s voice was barely a whisper, his eyes wide with horror. “What are you talking about?”

Seri let out a bitter, humorless laugh, tears streaming down her face. “You didn’t know? Of course, you didn’t. You were too busy playing your little games, chasing your stupid dreams of destruction. Your men—they saw me as just another thing to take. I was in labor, Namjoon. I was carrying your daughter.”

Namjoon’s face paled even more, his mouth hanging open in shock. “My... what?”

Seri wiped at her tears, her hands shaking violently. “Yes, Namjoon. A girl. We had a daughter.” Her voice cracked, and she took a shuddering breath.

“But she didn’t make it. She didn’t make it because while I was in that room, bleeding, terrified, your men —those bastards, they came for me,” Seri whispered, her voice trembling with fury and grief.

“While I was lying there, in that hospital bed, in fucking labor with your daughter, they tried to rape me.”

Namjoon’s hands went limp at his sides, his face contorting in shock and confusion. “I... I didn’t know. Seri, I swear, I—”

“You didn’t want to know,” Seri spat, her voice filled with a bitterness I’d never heard before. “You were so blinded by your stupid obsession that you abandoned us. You left me to die, and you left her to die.”

Namjoon’s knees buckled, and he stumbled back against the wall, his whole body trembling. “No, no, that can’t be... That can’t be true.”

Seri stepped closer, her eyes burning with fury.

“It’s true, Namjoon. It’s all true. And after everything, after I lost our daughter, after I was violated by your men, you still never came back. You left me to pick up the pieces alone.”

Namjoon’s eyes were wild now, his hands trembling as he ran them through his hair. “I didn’t... I didn’t know. Seri, please, I didn’t know. If I had known, I would have—”

“You would have what?” Seri’s voice was sharp, cutting through his excuses like a knife. “You would’ve dropped everything and come running? Don’t lie to me, Namjoon. You didn’t care then, and you don’t care now.”

Namjoon was shaking, his eyes wide with disbelief, his hands clutching his head as if he could somehow erase everything that had just been said.

"I didn’t...” Namjoon’s voice was breaking, his whole body shaking as he looked up at her, his eyes wide with terror. “I didn’t mean to... I didn’t mean to leave you... I thought... I thought I was doing this for us.”

“For us?” Seri’s voice cracked, her hands trembling as she gripped the gun tighter. “There was no us. There was only you. You and your fucking obsession. You left me to die, Namjoon. You left our daughter to die.”

“Because you didn’t care. You were too far gone, too fucking obsessed with your Phoenix bullshit to care about your wife. And by the time I got away, by the time I fought them off, it was too late. Our daughter—your daughter—she didn’t make it.”

The room was stifling with tension, every breath thick with hatred, every heartbeat pulsing with rage. Seri stood over Namjoon, her hand trembling, but not with fear. No, it was something far worse—pure, unchecked fury. The gun in her hand was raised, its cold barrel aimed directly at Namjoon's head, just inches from his face. He was on his knees now, bloodied, broken, and begging.

Namjoon, the mastermind behind all of this chaos, this pain. The one who had destroyed everything in his path, left everyone shattered. And now, here he was, a pitiful, cowardly shadow of the man he had pretended to be.

Seri's lips curled into a twisted smile, her voice trembling with cold fury as she spoke, "Give me one good reason, Namjoon. One golden reason why I shouldn’t pull this trigger right now."

Namjoon’s eyes widened, his breath coming in short, ragged gasps. His hands shot up, shaking, desperate to shield himself, but there was nowhere to go. His back was against the wall, figuratively and literally.

“I… I didn’t mean it,” he stammered, his voice cracking like glass. “Seri, please… I didn’t know. I didn’t want any of this to happen.”

"Didn’t want it to happen?" Seri laughed—a sharp, bitter sound that echoed through the room, bouncing off the walls like a death knell. "You planned all of this, Namjoon. You knew exactly what you were doing. You destroyed everything."

Jungkook stepped forward then, his own gun aimed at the back of Namjoon’s head, the cold steel pressed against his skull. His face was blank, but his eyes were burning—an inferno of hatred that couldn’t be extinguished.

Namjoon trembled, his breath coming in shallow, panicked gasps. He opened his mouth to plead again, but Seri wasn’t listening. She was done listening.

"Say goodbye, Namjoon," she whispered, her finger brushing the trigger. "Because no one else will."

Jungkook’s voice was a low growl behind him, cold and final. "Goodbye, brother."

Namjoon screamed then, a desperate, animalistic sound, as if the force of his terror could somehow stop the inevitable. But it was too late.

Seri fired first.

The sound of the gunshot was deafening, a crack that split the air. The bullet hit Namjoon square between the eyes, his head snapping back violently as his body jerked. Blood sprayed across the wall behind him in thick, dark streaks.

But it wasn’t over.

Jungkook pulled the trigger next. His shot hit Namjoon in the back, just beneath the base of his skull. Another sickening thud echoed through the room as Namjoon’s body convulsed, his knees buckling as he crumpled to the floor.

But Seri wasn’t done.

Her eyes were wild now, wide and unblinking, her hands trembling with rage as she continued to fire, over and over again. The bullets tore through Namjoon’s body—his chest, his arms, his legs—until there was nothing left but a broken, bloodied corpse.

Each shot rang out like thunder, each one louder, more brutal than the last. Seri’s breath came in ragged gasps, her face twisted in a mixture of fury and grief, her finger still pulling the trigger long after the gun had run out of bullets.

Click.

Click.

Click.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, she stopped. The gun fell from her hands, clattering to the floor, and she collapsed to her knees beside Namjoon’s lifeless body, sobbing uncontrollably. Her shoulders shook with the force of her cries, her entire body trembling as she let out years of pent-up rage and sorrow.

Jungkook stood over her, his own gun still in hand, his eyes blank, empty. He stared down at what was left of his brother, the man who had once been his blood, his family. Now, he was nothing more than a heap of flesh and bone on the floor.

There was no satisfaction in the kill. No relief. Only emptiness.

Seri's sobs echoed through the room, filling the silence that Namjoon had left behind. But even her grief couldn’t fill the void. There was nothing left to say. Nothing left to feel.

Namjoon was gone.

And so were they.